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    Boo's father has been killed Everyone thinks it was me People say I stabbed him in the leg Sometimes I want to flee People will pass my house they often run in fear they wonder if I'm inside I watch them with a sneer Do I ever want to come out? No, not usually This is the way it has to be.

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    Boo's father has been killed Everyone thinks it was me People say I stabbed him in the leg Sometimes I want to flee People will pass my house they often run in fear they wonder if I'm inside I watch them with a sneer Do I ever want to come out? No, not usually This is the way it has to be.

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    Boo's father has been killed Everyone thinks it was me People say I stabbed him in the leg Sometimes I want to flee People will pass my house they often run in fear they wonder if I'm inside I watch them with a sneer Do I ever want to come out? No, not usually This is the way it has to be.

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    Natalie Lally

    Miss Schmidt
    English 9
    12/10/15

    Boo Radley
    They say Im the meanest
    The scariest of them all
    But am I really?
    I dont think at all
    Nobody can see me
    Its as if I dont exist
    Hence why they call me Boo
    Im just a ghost who isnt missed
    My father has been killed
    Everyone thinks it was me
    People say I stabbed him in the leg
    Sometimes I want to flee
    People will pass my house
    They often run in fear
    They wonder if Im inside
    I watch them with a sneer
    Do I ever want to come out?
    No, not usually
    It wouldnt matter if I did
    This is the way it has to be

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